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It seems my ultimately getting to the class reading this week was entirely in vain. Then, I should have known that walking into the room with six pages of typed notes on the principles of Buddhism, we would still be discussing the Bhagavad-Gita...I'm sorry, Krishna, but between my over-preparation for the discussions of the Gautama Buddha and the over-abundance of xanax in my system, I simply cannot remember what you said about who should practice non-resistance or the comparisons that one can make between your teachings and the New Testament...
...and is it bad that I was shocked to find myself the only girl in this week's study group not to be burdened with small children? It seems the three girls who typically end up in my group have difficulties focusing on the material because they need to tend to the needs of their young sons. Ranging from one, to four, to nine, it makes me wonder how old these girls really are..I know the nine-year-old's mother is twenty-seven, but the other two look to be barely my own age.
Now, I understand that young motherhood is becoming more and more common in America, and I know quite a few girls who have been raising children since they were little more themselves. In my last school, one of my classmates was six months pregnant, while another had an eighteen-year-old daughter (she couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen years older, herself)...It seems to be more acceptable, at least as far as society sees it. I can never help wondering, though, what would happen if I was in that situation. I can't figure out whether my family would disown me and kick me out on the streets, or if they would seem supportive and later argue with me on how to raise a child. Either way, it would probably be highly unpleasant.
...Eventually, I'll get to the art store and be able to finish the pieces I've begun. Perhaps tomorrow I'll have some time to write...
...and is it bad that I was shocked to find myself the only girl in this week's study group not to be burdened with small children? It seems the three girls who typically end up in my group have difficulties focusing on the material because they need to tend to the needs of their young sons. Ranging from one, to four, to nine, it makes me wonder how old these girls really are..I know the nine-year-old's mother is twenty-seven, but the other two look to be barely my own age.
Now, I understand that young motherhood is becoming more and more common in America, and I know quite a few girls who have been raising children since they were little more themselves. In my last school, one of my classmates was six months pregnant, while another had an eighteen-year-old daughter (she couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen years older, herself)...It seems to be more acceptable, at least as far as society sees it. I can never help wondering, though, what would happen if I was in that situation. I can't figure out whether my family would disown me and kick me out on the streets, or if they would seem supportive and later argue with me on how to raise a child. Either way, it would probably be highly unpleasant.
...Eventually, I'll get to the art store and be able to finish the pieces I've begun. Perhaps tomorrow I'll have some time to write...